Miguel O'hara x female reader.
Spanish that will be translated in the comments. (P.S I'm using google translate and it might not be perfect, let me know.)
- Swearing
- Sexual Scenes
- Aggressiveness
DOES NOT FOLLOW THE MOVIE
Miguel O'hara is not...
He had a bloody nose and was crying. "Mr, O'hara. Is Miss L/n home?" Miguel nodded, "Yeah, let me go wake her up. Take a seat, Micheal." Micheal nodded and sat down on the couch.
Miguel locked the front door before walking back to the bedroom. "Who is it?" Y/n asked when he walked in. She was getting dressed. "It's Micheal." She looked at him with wide eyes. "Is he okay?" She asked, as she put a shirt on. "I think you should talk to him."
Y/n rushed out, "Micheal." She said in a worried tone. He was sitting on the couch staring into his lap. He lifted his head up and she saw his bloody nose. "Micheal," she kneeled in front of him. "What happened to you?" He shook his head, and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Oh my god," she whispered, Miguel was watching from afar.
"Do you think I could get something to eat?" Micheal whispered, "of course, yeah. Uh," Y/n stood up and hurriedly made him some food.
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Miguel watched Y/n feed the kid and sit next to him until he fell asleep. He walked back into their bedroom. He immediately broke down. "Stop," he whispered to himself. "You're fine, stop." Tears streamed down his face. "Miguel," Y/n whispered as she walked in.
He looked away from her wiping his eyes. "Miguel," she said again. "Yeah, Y/n?" He asked, still not looking at her. "Oh, baby," Y/n said as she realized he was crying. She wrapped her arms around his head, holding him tight. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and once again completely broke down.
He sobbed his eyes out into her chest. "I'm sorry," he said, trying to compose himself. "Miguel, what's the matter?" She asked, bending down to be face to face.
Miguel sniffed, "I had a daughter." Y/n looked confused for a second and then she realized he said 'had.' She covered her mouth. "And I just really miss her and you're so good with children. It just, reminds me of her."
"Oh my god," Y/n whispered, "Miguel, I'm so sorry." She said, hugging him. After a second he managed to calm down and fall asleep.
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Banging enter Y/n and Miguel's ears as they both shot up. Micheal ran into their bedroom. "It's my dad," He was crying. "I don't want to home. I don't want to!" Y/n patted his shoulders. "I know, Micheal."
Y/n stood up, Miguel quickly followed right behind her. Y/n opened the door, "You!" He yelled in her face as he pushed himself in. "Mr.Williams." Y/n said to him, "What the hell are you doing with my kid!" He tried to grab her shirt but Miguel reached his arm in front of his grasp.
"She was taking care of him. Something it seems like you can't do." Miguel said, pulling Y/n behind him as he towered over the man. "Miguel.." Y/n whispered, "excuse me. I take great care of my son."
"Then why did he show up here at two am. And he wasn't asking for you, he was asking for Y/n." The guy pushed Miguel back, Miguel grabbed the collar of his shirt and raised his fist. "Please, don't!" Y/n yelled grabbing his arm. "Yeah. Want to make her lose her job?" The father said to him, "fuck." He mumbled, letting go of him.
"Micheal!" He yelled, Micheal walked up to him looking down. "Mr.Williams, please," Y/n begged him as he walked out of the door pulling Micheal with him. "He did nothing wrong!" He slammed the door in her face. "Fuck!" Y/n yelled, Miguel placed his hand on her back.
